"If we had sufficient funds, I'd of course still want to make crafts representing all the unique Divine Beasts of each country," Song Ziyu continued after Gan Zi's comment.
Gan Zi nodded, showing agreement with Song Ziyu's statement.
After the two left the craft workshop, Gan Zi walked shoulder to shoulder with her.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them; no matter when, Gan Zi always looked like a handsome gentleman, even in a remote and desolate small town, he remained graceful, elegant, and distinguished.
Song Ziyu had also become more mature through her experiences, and although she no longer donned the latest Chanel outfits but rather simple and somewhat worn clothes, that kind of demeanor, radiating from inside out, was naturally emitted.
"Not enough funds?" Gan Zi asked nonchalantly.
Song Ziyu didn't hide it from him, "Yes! Su Tianqing signed on to invest, but then he backed out."
